on corn muffins and persistence
There’s a blind guy in front of the bakery on court street yelling “can somebody get me a corn muffin!” I crossed the street with my coffee and watched him for awhile. He must have yelled “can somebody get me a corn muffin!” about 50 times. After 10 minutes of him just yelling into the air, a woman came out and handed him a corn muffin. I think there’s a lesson here.
